I live in a house in the Chiltern Hills that my father built when I was nine, and the room in which I write is converted from his garage. It's the only room from which I can't look at the garden and be distracted. I've worked here ever since we came back to live in the house after my mother died about 20 years ago. I wrote the whole of Paradise Postponed here, and numerous Rumpole novels, scripts, plays and articles.

The desk was designed by my uncle Harold, who was a member of the Heals family, and is typical 1930s style. I sit in a comfortable wheelchair, which explains the absence of a chair in the photograph. The books are all law books and plays, including mine. The poetry and novels are in other parts of the house.

The books in my study are mainly hidden by photographs of my children and grandchildren, along with my precious signed photograph of Fred Astaire. There are pictures of me on location with various actors, including John Gielgud. One shelf is devoted to small carved objects that I buy each year when we go to Morocco. My favourite is a woman in tears because she carries a bad-tempered husband and a small baby on her back.

On my desk stand innumerable small figures, including Freud, Shakespeare and Oscar Wilde, plus a small statue of Don Quixote, which I was given when I wrote a television version. There's also a bottle of Jo Malone perfume.

Behind my back when I write - to encourage me - is a shelf of drinks, a Bafta award and a Nibbie lifetime achievement award. Above the window there's a cartoon of me as a toby jug and one of me on a horse, accusing me of being a champagne socialist. I write with a pen on long sheets of paper. I've never learnt how to type. I try to write as early as possible in the morning, and aim to write 1,000 words a day. I stop at lunchtime, have a drink and then fall asleep.